Emily Mettet Whore ❤️

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Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

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Now, let’s talk parks. Parc des Fleurs is where I go when my head’s too stuffed with family drama. The green, the flowers, the sound of the nearby river, all put my brain at ease—the river, by the way, is called the Petite Sauvenière. Not a big one, but it flows like my emotions on a rough day! Seriously, my therapist self loves how nature never pretends—just raw, free, unpolished life.

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